Lyrics of my life #2

Since the first post got to be so long I decided to make my second song and accompanying paragraph a separate post. Hopefully that will make it easier for people to respond.

Song 2. Don't Take the Girl, Tim McGraw

The poor girl had been vomiting for what seemed like days. She was so weak and dehydrated it tore at my heart just to look at her gaunt little face. When her fever spiked we knew it was time to take her to the ER. It was late, far past bedtime as it usually is when these things happen. Her dad took her to the hospital and I stayed home hoping to get my other children to bed.
I think it was after midnight when I got the call that they were admitting her to the pediatric unit at the old hospital. After calling a friend to come sit with kids I headed out.
The huge hospital bed seemed to swallow up her limp little body. As they prepped her for an IV I listened to the doctor explain that she had a simple intestinal flu but it had hit her hard. She was severely dehydrated and they couldn't get her to keep any medicine down to reduce her fever. Instead they gave her an IV ready form of Ibuprofin to ease her fever and help with her pain. After 3 days of watchful care at the local hospital the doctor finally decided that she needed more care than our small local hospital was capable of giving. They readied her for Life Flight to send her to Primary Children's Medical Center. Her dad went with her on the flight and I drove with our other children. Just as we pulled into town I got the call. She had a perforated bowel and they were prepping her for surgery. You've never seen a car go faster through the downtown streets Salt Lake City. I'm sure I caught air as we flew up the hill trying to get to the hospital in time to see her before they took her to surgery. She did well for a day or so after surgery and then became much worse. They must have missed something. Once again I watched them wheel her down the sterile hallway to the operating room. When they brought her out things seemed fine. They had simply missed a little bit of stool during the first surgery and she'd gotten an infection. All should go well now that it had been taken care of. It seemed she would never recover from the surgery. Her fever continued to spike and could not be brought down. They covered her in icepacks but the effect was negligable. She had a small amount of bleeding from her rectum that was assumed to be from her bowel surgery. No one was concerned until suddenly she began to bleed profusely. Upon using a scope to explore more closely they discovered the walls of her bowel had been destroyed by the medication they had given her to reduce her fever. She received transfusion after transfusion to no avail. Again I watched them push her bed with her tiny body down the hall to the dredded operating room, this time to have her entire bowel removed. I sobbed until I thought I would fall unconscious. The little girl had already been through so much. Please don't let this be the end. For seven long weeks I watched her weakened body fight for life but things didn't look good. We began to discuss the possibility of funeral arrangments. To our great relief she slowly began to win the battle of wills between her mind and her body. The light came back to her eyes. She even felt well enough to be annoyed with her little sister. She fought like a starving dog defending a steak, determined that she would not miss the first day of second grade. The doctors finally released her late inthe afternoon on August 13th. School started the next day. She shuffled through the doors like a little old man on his way to church but she made it. Today you'd never know what she's been through. She'd strong and healthy and tougher than most kids you'll ever meet.